The main material of this armor was bamboo, leather, and some metal. Its entire body was black, and the craftsmanship was exquisite and pleasing to the eye.
In fact, compared to the armor of other countries at the same time, the Japanese samurai armor was not the best in terms of defense or practicality. This was because for a long time, the Japanese had been playing their own village chief level "Warring States Period" on their own island behind closed doors.
But putting aside a series of shortcomings..,
The key was that it looked good.
At this moment, when Zhou Ze looked at his appearance in the mirror that was wrapped in armor, he did not feel the slightest discomfort or anger that he suddenly had this thing on his body. Instead, he felt that this set of armor was very practical and protective. Just the fact that it suddenly appeared when he was fighting made him feel that he was very "cool".
If there was an old priest beside him in time to match it with a classical BGM, the effect would be even better.
Perhaps it was because of the influence of modern Japanese cultural products, at least for Zhou Ze, he really did not hate this set of armor.
Zhou Ze still remembered that when he was young in the orphanage, after dinner, a large group of children would gather in the living room with the only television in the school. Everyone would sit on a small bench and wait to watch cartoons.
At that time, video recorders, as well as the VCD and DVD of the later generations, were not popular, so basically, everyone watched whatever was on the television.
For a period of time, a Japanese anime, "Demon God Altar Fighter", was popular throughout the entire continent and set off a huge craze. Even from the perspective of the present, the design of the armor and the use of some Chuunibyou BGM still did not feel outdated.
He reached out,
Raised his leg,
Twisted his waist,
Even though his body was a little weak, Zhou Ze still insisted on posing a few poses in front of the mirror. It felt like an old man talking about a young man going crazy.
When he had enough fun, Zhou Ze closed his eyes and the armor quickly disappeared. He let out a long sigh of relief and sat down again. His body was already drenched in sweat.
At this time, Bai Yingying also brought the shower gel and walked into the bathroom again. Seeing that Zhou Ze was sweating again, she did not know what was going on, so she could only help Zhou Ze wash again.
Enjoying the service of his maid, boss Zhou, who had changed into clean clothes after taking a shower, was helped to his favorite sofa by Bai Yingying.
There was a plate of candy on the coffee table in front of him, as well as coffee and newspapers.
A leisurely afternoon should be wasted.
Boss Zhou quickly entered the role of a salted fish. Perhaps this was his nature. Moreover, after what happened last time, Zhou Ze began to have an instinctive rejection of any activities that required him to leave the study room.
His personality was a little selfish. He had the kind of "I'm just a salted fish to my heart's content, even if I die of saltiness".
The old Daoist priest returned at this time. He was sweating profusely. Seeing Zhou Ze leaning on the sofa and reading the newspaper, the old Daoist priest chuckled excitedly. He immediately brought a bottle of cold beer over and said,
"Boss, it feels so good to see you sitting here reading the newspaper as usual."
The meaning behind the old Daoist's words,
It was like a husband who returned home after a day of hard work and saw his wife breastfeeding the child, and all his fatigue disappeared.
In short, it sounded weird.
Zhou Ze glanced at the old Daoist priest and saw that he was in high spirits and his footsteps were strong. He suddenly felt a little envious of this guy. After that incident, even if the old Daoist priest had Bai Yingying's corpse pill to extend his life, it could only guarantee that he would not die. He did not expect the old Daoist priest's vitality to be so tenacious. It had only been a short while, and he had already recovered.
A 70-year-old old man had such a terrifying vitality. Moreover, he could still hold up the sky when he woke up in the morning. His mind was always thinking about those useless things. It really made others envious.
"How is your body?" Zhou Ze asked.
No matter what, he still had to be concerned, even if Zhou Ze felt that the old Daoist priest would have no problem ordering a dragon and two phoenixes at night.
"Pretty good. I feel stronger than before."
The old Daoist priest patted his chest and sat down beside Zhou Ze. Then, he pointed at Bai Yingying, who was busy working behind him, and whispered,
"Boss, can you solve Yingying's problem?"
"I'll solve it when I recover."
"That's good. She's a pretty girl."
The old Daoist priest smacked his lips and went to the bathroom. Then, he walked out and turned on the big TV, casually changing channels.
"Yo, Boss, there's a match today. Do you want to watch?"
"Not interested." Zhou Ze was not a fan.
"Tongcheng Zhi Yun's match seems to be against a Chinese Super League team, the FA Cup.
It's rare for a Chinese Super League team to play against a Chinese Super League team. Let me take a look. "
The old Daoist priest was actually not a fan, but he had some fate with the team. In the early years, when he traveled north and south, he had been invited to the home stadiums of many teams to perform rituals. The meaning was to open a light for the team's home stadium and change some luck.
It was probably because those teams were a little unlucky. Their home stadium shots always hit the goalpost or all kinds of bad luck. In any case, the old Daoist priest was a blind cat meeting a dead mouse, or the players felt that their home stadium had been blessed and their mental state was different. The home stadium's results suddenly improved, and the old Daoist priest was very popular. After making a name for himself, he was invited by several clubs to perform rituals.
There were not many people in China who were really superstitious. Although the temple was full of incense, everyone just wanted to be lively. When they entered the temple, they would worship. In the spirit of casting a wide net, and this was actually not considered superstition. Before the construction of the building and before the start of the film and TV series, they would actually set up an offering table and burn incense to seek luck.
However, the old Daoist priest had gone too far a few years ago, and there was a butterfly effect. If you invited a Daoist priest here, I would invite a dancing god or a monk. In short, after you sang, I would go on stage. All the immortals would come together to bless me, fully displaying the local cultural industry characteristics of the various clubs. It was very lively.
However, this was captured by the fans and posted on the Internet. The fans only teased them, but it was noticed by the higher-ups. The Football Association immediately issued a document to prohibit the clubs from doing such things again.
For this reason, the old Daoist priest had also cut off this source of income. He could only switch to the live broadcast industry. This was a story for the future.
..
Xu Qinglang did not drive back to his hometown. He took a ride back and forth. When he finished his work in his hometown and took a ride back, he saw that the driver seemed to be secretly sizing him up.
Alright..,
Xu Qinglang was already used to this kind of sizing up. He was also somewhat immune to it. He was also very clear about his own appearance and temperament. There was nothing he could do about it.
However, the driver seemed to be a little strange. From time to time, he would take out his phone to look at it, and then deliberately look at himself from the rearview mirror. In the end, the driver could not help but ask,
"Are you a crossdresser?"
Xu Qinglang did not understand what he meant.
The driver shook his head, looked at the phone screen again, and asked, "Are you a man or a woman?"
"A man."
Xu Qinglang pointed at the driver and said, "What are you looking at?"
"Oh, nothing."
"Tell me, what are you looking at?" Xu Qinglang said firmly.
Not to mention the domineering aura of having more than twenty sets..,
To say that he had seen too much of the temperament that had been refined recently..,
When Xu Qinglang spoke now, there seemed to be a sense of oppression like Wu Zetian.
The driver might be young, but his psychological construction was not like an old fox. In his nervousness, he actually pointed at the screen and said,
"We have the driver's evaluation here, but the passengers can't see it
I saw the evaluation here. It said that you are very beautiful, and there are even people who are guessing whether you are a man or a woman. The reason why I took on your order previously was because I saw this evaluation, so I was interested in taking on the order immediately. Actually, your path is quite different from mine. "
"Boring."
Xu Qinglang shook his head in disdain and closed his eyes.
About twenty minutes later, the car arrived at the entrance of the bookstore. Xu Qinglang got out of the car and saw that there were many people in the bookstore, and they were all living people.
He pushed the door open and walked in. Xu Qinglang saw Zhou Ze sitting at the bar counter.
"You're awake," Xu Qinglang greeted.
"Yes." Zhou Ze nodded.
"Why is it so lively?" Xu Qinglang asked.
Zhou Ze pointed at the big TV and said, "At first, the old priest was watching the ball game. Then, many passers-by saw it through the glass window, so they came in to watch together."
"Spending a hundred yuan just to watch a ball game?" Xu Qinglang could not understand.
In fact, Tongcheng had not had a professional team for a long time. However, ever since it had appeared two years ago, a lot of fans had gathered. Even if it was a league game, nearly ten thousand people would go to watch the game live every time. The popularity had already surpassed some of the Chinese Super League teams.
"F * ck, we're behind by two to zero. F * ck, I'm not watching anymore!"
A middle-aged man with many tattoos cursed and shouted a few times. In the end, he reluctantly went to the bar counter to pay the bill.
"This is a scam. I only asked for two bottles of Sprite, and you only charged me a hundred yuan. The key is that we're already two goals behind in the first half. I'm really spending money to suffer."
The tattooed man thought for a moment and took back the hundred yuan that he was about to release. He said to Zhou Ze,
"Boss, do you have the nerve to take my money?
I'm also here. My nickname is Brother Qiang. If you need anything in the future, just tell me … "
"I won't take it," Zhou Ze replied.
The tattooed man chuckled and pointed at Zhou Ze, indicating that he knew his place. In fact, a person who could open a shop on South Street was no longer someone who could be criticized by a hooligan who was outwardly strong but inwardly weak.
The tattooed man took out a cigarette, bit it in his mouth, lit it, and confidently pushed open the bookstore door and walked out.
"Reckless thing," Xu Qinglang mocked from the side.
He understood why Zhou Ze suddenly didn't take his money. It wasn't because he was threatened.
What a joke,
A ghost was threatened by a hooligan from the world of the living. How could he still survive?
In addition to boss Zhou's stingy Grandet personality, would he not be able to live with money?
Xu Qinglang could also tell that the tattooed hooligan's glabella was black, and there was also some black gas surrounding his body. It was obvious that he had recently attracted some dirty things. If there was no one with cultivation to help him break the disaster, he would at least be seriously ill, or at worst, he might get into a car accident on the road.
If he didn't accept the money of a dying person, then so be it. Perhaps he would come to the bookstore in a few days. If he couldn't accept the money when he was alive, he would accept it when he was dead. In any case, boss Zhou was sitting on the fishing platform.
Zhou Ze silently lit a cigarette.
The periphery of the bookstore was made of glass, so he could clearly see the tattooed man who had just walked out.
The tattooed man took a big puff of his cigarette and walked out. Just as he was about to puff it out..,
A pregnant woman happened to walk in front of him.
The tattooed man looked at the woman's big belly and immediately held back the puff of smoke. Smokers knew the sour feeling of swallowing a puff of smoke. It was like swallowing half a mouthful of wasabi.
After the pregnant woman left..,
The tattooed man bent over and retched on the ground.
Boss Zhou blew out a smoke ring. Xu Qinglang, who was beside him, also saw this scene.
"Go and help him crack it," Zhou Ze said.